SONG. And yet I know, past all doubting, truly A knowledge greater than grief can dim, And as I walk by the vast calm river, The awful river so dread to see, 159 I say, "Thy breadth and thy depth forever SONG. Love that hath us in the net. Many a chance the years beget. Love is hurt with jar and fret. What is love? for we forget: TENNYSON. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. Into my heart a silent look Flashed from thy careless eyes; My life, like some lone solemn spot In earth or heaven before, Sweet trouble stirred the haunted spot My being yearned, and crept to thine, Thy soul had been a part of mine, Thy very self no longer thine, But merged in that delicious life Which made us one of yore! There bloomed beside thee forms as fair, There murmured tones as sweet, But round thee breathed the enchanted air "Twas life and death to meet. I WAITED TILL THE TWILIGHT. 161 And henceforth thou alone wert fair, And, though the stars had sung for joy, Thy whisper only sweet! LORD LYTTON. I WAITED TILL THE TWILIGHT. I waited till the twilight, He said since last we parted, As of this very moment, The moment we should meet. A cottage home lay hid; He said for me he'd made it- He said when first he saw me, Sometimes, a voice in sleeping, And then he'd waken weeping Do you really think he did? CHARLES SWAIN. What need of words when lovers meet? CHARLES SWAIN. KISSING NO SIN. Some say that kissing's a sin, For kissing has wonn'd in this warld O, if it wasna lawfu', Lawyers wadna allow it; If it wasna holy, Ministers wadna do it. If it wasna modest, Maidens wadna tak' it; If it wasna plenty, Puir folk wadna get it. ANONYMOUS. THIS YEAR-NEXT YEAR. WHEN WILL LOVE COME? Some find Love late, some find him soon, 163 Some with the nightingale in June, By light of sun or moon? Will you be sad, will you be sweet, PAKENHAM BEATTY. THIS YEAR-NEXT YEAR. This year-next year-sometime-never, Rose-leaf after rose-leaf ever Eddied round and fell. This year and she blushed demurely; He could wait a little, surely, 'Tis already June. |